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Hammers and Nails
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Concluida, Has publicado jun 22, 2021
Matt Grant the  alcoholic father of Hunter Grant recounts his experience raising his son. Every night after work he goes to the bar and gets drunk only to return home and abuse his family the next morning not knowing what happened. It wasn't until Hunter asks him to use his hammer and nails for a project that he began to figure out that something was not right with Hunter. One day, Matt goes to see what exactly his son was doing with those hammer and nails every day. What he discovered was most disturbing and the beginning of Hunter's evolution into a cold blooded killer.
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